Kayla and Tracy: A Day in the Life
Keywords: Day, Tracy:, and, in, the, A, Life, Kayla,
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"You sure you want to find out," Kayla said as she gazed behind her.
"Sure," Suzie said, somewhat puzzled by the remark. "Why wouldn't I?"
"OK," Kayla said as she turned into the last row of lockers, then walked over to her locker. Fingering the combination, she popped open the lock, then threw her towel in.
"So...what's this secret to your muscle tone?"
"You sure about this now?"
"Of course!" panted a somewhat annoyed Suzie.
"OK. Close your eyes, give me your hands, and I shall put it in your hands."
"Oh, alright," Suzie said as she closed her eyes and stuck her hands out. After hearing a bit of rustling, she felt Kayla's strong hads gently put her hands forward then down. Then she felt something she never could have expected.
"No way!" she said as her eyes popped open. "I mean, I kinda suspected you were lesbian, but...you have hips and, um..."
"Yep," Kayla said with a mischevious laugh. "I am what I am."
"Hmm..." Suzie said as she felt around. "Wait a sec. Is this just a strap-on like I hear about. I mean...this is thicker than my husband's, and it's not even hard."
"Tell ya what," Kayla said as she rooted around in her locker. She found a pen and paper, then hurriedly scratched out her address and phone number. "If you want to see it live and in person, call me, OK," Kayla said as she pulled out of Suzie's hands out of her pants to plant the paper in her palm.
"OK," Suzie said as she pulled her other hand out of Kayla's track pants, then slowly stepped away, her eyes still in disbelief.
***
The night found Kayla sprawled out on the couch with nothing but track pants on. The remote in her hand, she was watching the 10 o'clock news half asleep. Kayla was curled up on an adjacent couch, coffee in hand as she read an assignment for school. The night floated like a dark curtain mottled with orange-yellow light just beyond the floor to ceiling windows.
"How's the book you're reading Trace?"
"Well, Fanon is pretty interesting," Tracy replied. "I didn't know Algeria was a colony of France. And it's pretty interesting. I'm just getting into it."
"Cool. Gee, I wonder if..." Kayla said as she felt her phone vibrate. "Hold on Trace while I get this."
"Hello? Sure, you can come by now. It's 250 East 72nd. Just go to the penthouse. I'll call the doorman, and let him know you're on your way. Sure. YES, it's OK. She's right here, I'll ask. OK...see ya in 5."
Putting the coffee and book on the table, Tracy sat up and asked "now who are you seducing now?"
"A friend from the gym. I told her what I had, and she's curious about it," Kayla replied. "Deb," she screamed, "could you call the doorman and let him know a Suzie is on her way to see me?"
"Yes, mistress," the maid yelled back from the kitchen.
"Lemme finish this coffee," Tracy said. "I've got to see this. And you might want to get decent yourself homegirl!" she finished, gesturing to her lover's bare voluminous breasts.
"Damn, just when I wanted to show her I had more," Kayla giggled. "Alright, I'll get up and find a sweatshirt."
Kayla scrambled to her bare feet and padded back into her bedroom. Walking over to her closet, she rifled through her clothes, looking for a sweatshirt she wanted to throw on in short notice. Suddenly, she spotted her old gray Stanford sweater from her college days. Satisfied about her choice, she pulled it off the hanger and over her head, straining a lot over her huge breasts. "Yeah, that's right. Before all of this damn surgery, I was smaller up top," she muttered to herself.
She walked back over towards the door, when she felt her maid walk up on her.
"Mistress, your guest is at the door."
"Let her in. I'll be seated on the couch."
Kayla glanced down, nervously tapping the couch when she heard a familiar voice in the cavernous living room.
"V-very nice place. You have a great view of the city here," Suzie said, gazing out the window. She was wearing the same clothes she had on the gym, but the faint sheen of sweat on her brow wasn't for the work out.
"Hey Suze!" Kayla said as she gestured to Tracy. "That's my roommate, lover and drain on my prodigious bank account, Tracy Smith. Tracy, meet Suze."
"Yeah, yeah bitch" Tracy giggled back. "You just brought her up to drain your prodigious balls like the women you used to have up here more often back in the days. I remember the surprises you brought home."
"Hush child! Remember, I'm paying that NYU tuition," Kayla said, answered only by an outstretched tongue from her lover. "Besides," Kayla said as she patted the free space next to her on the couch, "you're making my guest nervous."
"Well we..."
"Shh!" Tracy replied as Suzie took a seat next to her. She wrapped a reassuring arm around her. "So how do you want to do this? I'll go at whatever speed you want."
Suzie glanced down at the semi-hard cobra in Tracy's pants, then at the form-fitting sweatshirt she had on.
"So you want to Stanford, huh?"
"Yeah, unfortunately. We're getting our asses kicked in football this year though. Where have you gone John Elway!" Kayla said with a laugh. "But if you're wondering, they're really...expensive. Want a feel?"
Suzie replied by lifting up the bottom of Kayla's sweatshirt with one hand and reaching under with the other. She pawed all around one of Kayla's breasts, feeling the resilient softness and the slightly hardening nipple. She then felt her hand being guided down to Kayla's leg, where she felt her workout buddy's dick grow firmer and longer with each guided stroke. Her eyes trailed down to the leg, lingering for a bit before Kayla slowly extricated her hands off of her and stood before her. Kayla then pulled down her pants with little fanfare, her hardening dick spring out a bit to her gaze as her open mouth went dry.
"So,," Kayla said as she looked over her tits at her gym friend. "Like what you see?"
Suzie reached up and gently touched the thick shaft hanging out in front of her. She held it straight out with one hand and gently stroked with the other.
Kayla in response just glared at her wordlessly, and Suzie barely placed the tip inside of her mouth. Slowly, but surely, she took more of her dick into her mouth, even swirling around her tongue on the tip, eliciting a giggle. Kayla gently stroked her friend's hair, moaning as she felt her tip and a few inches of her shaft slide in and out of Suzie's mouth as she got progressively more erect.
"Ooh, it's growing nicely I see," Tracy said as she plopped down next to Suzie on the couch. "Why don't you try and take more of it down your throat?"
Suzie disengaged from the dick in her mouth and replied to Tracy, "I don't know how to put this, but your, um, girlfriend is literally twice the size of my husband. Do you have any idea of what that's like?"
"It's been a while since I've been around a man that small, but I got something to show you. K, c'mere."
Kayla slid over to her lover, where with a practiced ease, she guided her hard dick right into Tracy's mouth a few inches deep. With a couple of gulps, Tracy glided her lips right over the impossibly thick shaft before being driven to the base by a hard push on top of her head. Kayla then gasped as she felt Tracy use her suction to tug on her dick making her dick twitch. Then sensing that Tracy was close to choking, she let go of her head, and Tracy pulled off with an audible gasp. On cue, they both looked at a stunned Suzie, her eyes and mouth practically frozen in place.
"Trace, get the condoms and lube for me please?"
"What do you want me to do Kayla?"
"Well, drop your pants. I mind as well give you a chance to feel this...and no, I'm not going for your ass. I got better sense than that," Kayla commanded.
"What drawer?!" Tracy screamed in the bedroom.
"Top drawer in my nightstand!"
"It's nice to know you practice safe sex," Suzie said as she nervously stood up, pulled down her pants and braced herself on the couch. "Go gentle with me, OK?"
"Why wouldn't I? I've known Kayla for years, and it even took her a while to get used to my size. Rome wasn't built in a day, ya know?"
"OK, OK," Suzie replied as she mentally braced herself, shivering a bit when she felt the cold lube being rubbed on her already wet pussy. She thought to herself why Kayla did that when she found out all on her own, feeling her opening impossibly stretched and forcing a wail out of her lungs. Little by little, she felt herself getting impaled on the monster, while she felt rock-hard nipple on her back through her shirt. Suddenly, she felt a hand rub her clit insistently in circles, making her almost forget the huge shaft stretching out her pussy and torturing her g-spot to the limit. Suddenly, she feels a huge set of balls slap right on her pussy lips, one, twice, thrice. She explodes, gripping on that huge shaft, and feeling like she'll break her pussy before she can get a grip. She shakes , squeezes her eyes closed, falling down to her knees and pulling her shaft along. When she finally comes down to earth, she feels a thin sheen on her body, then a soft peck on the back of her neck.
"Did you enjoy the ride?"
"Yes," pants Suzie in response. "How long was that?"
"One minute."
And everything faded to black for Suzie.
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Keywords: Day, Tracy:, and, in, the, A, Life, Kayla,